Talking in our little whipsers
I don't know what to do
Because there is so much I need
And so much to say to you
That I can't say because I can't explain
How I'm feeling or what I think
I know I would feel like a fool
If I told you the truth
Because I don't think I'm looking in
A mirror of my emotions
So I hold back
But it is a terrible feeling
To be stifled
Especialy by oneself.
--7/4/06
Tuesday, July 4, 2006
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